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âFamily is worth fighting and dying for,â Mae reminded Sting. She turned her head, eyeing him with certainty. The longer a person lived, the easier it was for them to forget the bonds that they had built. Especially when it came to their families. Her children still had much to learn about those values of life.  âYou should learn from your father,â Mae said as she nodded to Sting, âHe was a wise man. Both in life and in death.â
She knew what he meant. The Dragon could smell them, all of them and even she was having a hard time figuring out where they were. It irritated her that someone found a way for her to lose track of her children. Someone would burn for this. She would make sure of that.  âThereâs got to a be reason. Neither of them have the ability to multiply and be everywhere,â Mae spoke with a grave tone. She frowned, shaking her head as she took a breath.  âI donât like this, Sting. I donât like it one bit.â
At the mention of Eren, Mae held a fond smile at the lost child who stepped into his role as a Prince. Royalty was supposed to shield their people and Eren was a protector, albeit a silent one. She shook her head and stared at Sting before she flatly said, âYouâre my problem child.â Sting was her first child and he had always been one of her biggest challenges. Mae nodded in agreement, âI donât think anyone is prepared but whatever headed to Ceres Centropolis, weâre going to make sure that weâll give them a hard time.â
For the family - that was a saying his mother had attempted to embed in all of them. Â Although, judging from some of his siblings, it was easier said than done. Â He nodded at his mother, before his eyes wandered from her and over to the skyline of the city. Â If his father had been alive, he knew things would be different but Sting hardly lived in the corners of 'what-ifs' and the avenues of 'could have been'. Â "We all could have learned from him," Sting agreed with her.
As Mae spoke, Sting closed his eyes and let his senses shift. Â The air carried their scent, but it was scarce, thin amongst the thickness of Ceres Centropolis. Â Like Mae said, they were everywhere but at the same time, they were nowhere. Â It was beyond both of their known abilities to be scattered so thinly through the air and yet, that was the case. Â With his eyes shut, his brows furrowed as he thought about it. Â "It's not a spell," he decided as he opened his eyes. Â "It's different. Â Something, something man-made," he took another deep breath, hoping that it could filter the scents in the air but nothing seemed to happen. Â He shook his head, "I'll figure it out."
AS the oldest of the Calloway Clan, Sting had different burdens on his shoulders. Â Specifically, somewhat keeping track of his siblings. Â Although, he was actually very awful at that. Â Especially, keeping track of his younger brother, Eren. Â That man was an enigma. Â From what Sting knew, Eren was of Earth but his energy (especially his magic energy) was unlike anything he ever felt from anyone. Â Sting rolled his eyes at his mother, "You have many problem children, mother. Â Please remember that." Â In honesty, all Calloways were problems. Â Sting included.








